From outside the rented warehouse, Jaime could already tell that the party was bouncing and full of beat. One could hear the pounding rhythm from yards away. And for a moment, Jaime doubted her outfit of choice-the same outfit she worn all day: the gray knit sweater, long-sleeved white t-shirt, red scarf and black jeans with cute ankle boots. And, instead of her braided bun, her hair cascaded past her shoulders in controlled curls.

Was this outfit too much for a party with a bunch of minors? There was no doubt that girls inside this abandoned warehouse would want to dress in skin-tight dresses and shirts that showed more than enough cleavage. More than a few girls in her town took the chance when given to dress scantily.

Jaime obviously wasn't one of those girls, and for a moment, she wondered if she would stick out like a sore thumb.

But then, she glanced up at Charlie, who she dressed in a short sleeved, blue button up and a pair of black skinny jeans. It was casual and nice; Charlie would fit in perfectly, even with his dark glasses.

Forcing herself to calm down, Jaime took in a couple deep breathes as she linked her arm with Charlie. Then, the two of them stepped forth into the warehouse. She felt the sudden beat of the Christmas music blare through the warehouse. As her eyes wandered around the warehouse, she saw only a handful of people dress scantily-otherwise, most people dressed warm and in a Christmas theme, like her.

A weight was relieved off Jaime's shoulder.

She and Charlie weaved in and out of the crowds until they found themselves a decent spot to stand, where it wasn't crowded. Jaime sighed and leaned against the wall.

"I hope everything goes well," she mumbled.

"I think it will be," Charlie said, a grin growing on his lips.

A small, breathy laugh passed through Jaime's lips, her eyes closed. Of course the replica would be relaxed about this situation-he didn't quite fully understand what would happen to her if anyone caught onto them. She was almost positive she'd be put into an insane asylum. After all, who makes a wish on a star and has it come true? Especially on the day before Christmas.

Just then, a body appeared next to Jaime. As she looked over, she noticed her best friend dressed in a cleavage-showing, black dress. Red accessories adorned her body and her hair was pulled into a complicated up-do.

"Jaime, you made it!" Macy cried out, wrapping her arms around her best friend. Then, noticing the male figure next to her, Macy pulled back. "Who's this?"

She cringed internally, knowing Macy would bug her about Charlie. Since Brian, it wasn't normal for Jaime to be around guys-especially at parties. After the break-up between her and her first love, she'd distanced herself drastically from the male species.

"This is Charlie, my friend from England. He's blind."

Macy blinked, staring at him for a moment, before introducing herself. "Hi, I'm Macy."

Charlie nodded his head, barely acknowledging her. His hand blindly reached out for Jaime's hand and grasped it, squeezing it tightly.

"Hello, Macy," he said quietly, standing closer to Jaime.

Macy, no longer interested in Jaime's new friend, went on to tell her all about the party and who was here. "And Jason! You remember him, the soccer captain? Yeah, he's been going to Stanford. Isn't that cool?" Jaime only nodded her head, a faint smile on her lips. Macy continued, "Oh, my God, so many people are here. More than last year's Christmas Eve party. Do you think it's a new record?"

Jaime chuckled. "That's awesome, Macy. Hey, where are the drinks? I'm going to get Charlie and I something. You want to stay here with him?"

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Over there, by the dude decked up in that crazy Christmas sweater and hat. Sure, I don't mind."

Jaime then disappeared in the crowd, darting in between them to retrieve a couple drinks. Although they just arrived, she was parched.

"So," Macy drawled, "how do you know Jaime?"

Charlie knew this answer. He and Jaime went over possible questions anyone might ask right before they left and this question was one of those they went over. And despite knowing what to say, his heart still beat faster and he felt the sweat on the palm of his hands, trembling slightly.

"I.. W-we met through an old family friend," he stumbled upon his words.

She nodded her head, taking in his words. Her eyebrows furrowed down in concentration, eyes narrowed at the ground. For a moment, her face froze like this, but then the expression was lifted from her face in return for a curious one.

"How come I've never heard of you before?" she asked, tilting her head to the right.

Again, this was another question Charlie was prepared for. But, that didn't stop his hands from trembling.

"I've asked her family and Jaime not to say anything to anyone," Charlie recited the words from memory. "You know, less people pitying me."

Macy's cheeks tinged pink and she dropped the subject. After murmuring a quiet, "it's nice to meet you, then, Charlie," the two of them stood in silence, waiting for Jaime to arrive.

"Hi," Jaime beamed, arriving with two clear glasses with red liquid sloshing around inside. "You two get along well?"

"Absolutely," Macy grinned at her best friend. "But since I'm the host of this party, I got to go around and talk to people. I'll see you two later."

After a couple more words from Macy, she did as she said she would-she disappeared into the crowd and began talking to anyone else at the party. Visibly, Charlie relaxed when she was out of earshot and Jaime shot him a lazy grin.

"So, what do you think of her?" she nudged him a little.

It took him a minute to gather a response. "Macy is nice, and she seems like a very kind and genuine girl."

"But..?" Jaime urged him on.

"She makes me nervous," Charlie frowned as he said this. He wasn't sure what it was about Macy, but the thought of her bugging for more information made his hands tremble and his palms start to sweat. "I don't like it when she digs for information, Jaime."

Jaime chuckled, squeezing his hand. "It's fine, Charlie. She's my best friend and has never heard about you. She's just generally curious. I might have to feed her a couple stories about you before she backs off, but it'll be all right. No one will suspect a thing."

As more reassurance, she smiled up at Charlie, who could see through his dark-tinted glasses, and squeezed his hand another time. He relaxed and began to enjoy the party with Jaime.

"No, I'm telling you mate, this dream wasn't normal."

For the past half hour, Louis Tomlinson was on the phone with his close friend and bandmate, Liam Payne, about his dream. I t was only a couple hours after he woke up from the dream and wanted to call someone. The only person Louis knew would be awake at this hour would be Liam.

"Louis, you probably had one too many drinks last night. I mean, come on. You did declare you were going to forget about Lindsey, did you not?" Liam spoke through the phone.

Louis groaned, rubbing a hand over his face and through his hair as his friend reminded him once more of his disaster break-up with his long-time girlfriend, Lindsey Thomas. Just a couple weeks ago, she claimed she lost her feelings for Louis and didn't want to lead him on. The only thing Louis appreciated was her honestly. He agreed with her that it would have hurt a lot more if he was led on and lied to.

"Yeah," he said, defeated, "I suppose that's true. But how does that explain the clone of myself?"

It took Louis a while to weed out what happened in his dream, especially in the end. But he gathered the details the best he could after writing down on a spare piece of paper what happened.

"Louis," his friend's voice sounded sharp and slightly comical. "I once dreamed of a dancing pickle, okay? Dreaming of a replica of yourself isn't that weird compared to some other dreams people have had."

"Wait," he interjected, changing the subject as a thought occurred to him. "Doesn't Veggietales have a dancing pickle? Larry, isn't it?"

"No, Louis, Larry is a cucumber," he said, correcting his bandmate. "Anyway, just brush it off. It's normal to have weird dreams once in a while, alright? Go heat up some milk or something and go back to sleep."

"Fine," Louis sighed through his nostrils. "Goodnight, Liam."

"Goodnight."

He hung up the phone and set it on his nightstand.

As much as Louis wanted to follow his friend's advice, he couldn't simply brush off the dream and push it aside. There was something odd about it. He didn't know if it was the girl he had been so attracted to, the replica of himself or the idea entire dream, but it was odd. His gut told him so, and Louis was a firm believer in trusting his instincts.

Shaking his head, he stripped himself of his shirt and pajama bottoms, leaving him only in his boxers. His room had gotten at least ten degrees hotter than it should have been. Knowing he probably forgot to turn down the thermostat before he went to bed, he climbed back under the sheets, noting to turn it down when he woke up from his slumber.

Curling himself into the sheets, he closed his eyes and let himself slowly drift off to sleep.

Tbh I have to thank xBeautyRisesx for reading and commenting and enjoying my story, because without her reading this, it would still be untouched. This is all I've been wanting to write. Ah, and sorry for the short chapter. Hope you all liked this. <3